We meet for dinner every Monday night and lately I’ve come to hate it.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear- I’m sorry. What’s your name again?”
Cameron Bethan, in all of her seven years of journalism and her twenty-nine years of life, had never had a worse case of the dreaded blank page.
A gravity well pulsed behind Hugh as he led the small convoy of builders across the divide.
Bonnie had Clyde; Batman has Robin Mom has dad, Lewis has Jessica, and I have… well, that’s the thing, who is my partner in crime?
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been seven days since my last confession.”
“Will you marry me?” He’s smiling. It’s not his crooked smile, uncensored as the grin climbs the […]